Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 767 - 765: Case File

"Stop, stop! The minion waves are pushing into the tower! Jungler, are you brain-dead... Oh, double kill! Nice, bro! We can take this wave."

"Wow, this guy, this guy is so noobish! Charging at me and killing me—isn't he afraid of my jungler?"

"Good! Crash! Retreat! Sell! Slip away!"

"Double kill!"

"Triple kill!"

"Quadra kill!"

"Penta Kill!"

"Ace!"

"Defeat."

Staring at the grayscale screen of her phone, looking at Wang Congshan's offline avatar.

Miss Chai couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

Why did it turn out like this...

It was her first time in her owner's puppet body, her first time playing a game with a familiar, youthful, and beautiful girl.

Two joyful things were happening at once.

And these two joys brought her even more happiness.

What she should have obtained was a time as blissful as a dream...

But why did it turn out like this...

After ten consecutive losses, Miss Chai found herself in a state of confusion. Her King's Glory skills were actually decent; she had proven this before while playing with her landlady.

She was able to flirt and go on a rampage at the same time.

However, for some reason, the other three teammates she matched with today were all monsters.

The jungler didn't go for kills, treating the jungle like a wildlife sanctuary and just wandering around.

The top laner didn't support, deeply convinced that demolishing towers was the true key to victory in this game.

The mid laner was a complete newbie: the Mage built physical attack items, the Assassin built only tank items, and ended the game with two pairs of shoes, claiming they could run faster with shoes on both feet.

Ugh, this game is so hard. Should I remind Li Ang to create a Brain Worm specifically skilled at mobile games to help carry me...?

When Li Ang found a hidden corner to come ashore, changed his appearance, and made his way back to the residential complex, he opened the door to his home and saw Chaichai lying on the sofa. She was in the dejected pose of a salted fish, an attitude that practically screamed, "What's the point of winning the world if I've lost you?"

"What's wrong now?"

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So terrible, just terrible. What's with Li Ang? Don't tell me he's been multitasking while duo queuing with me, chatting with online scammers on his computer and conning them out of their money, right? Or has he not played for so long that he's too rusty to carry me anymore?

Wang Congshan sighed and slid away the King's Glory page, then turned to look out the window.

It was getting dark already.

It was the weekend, no classes, and Wang Congshan's parents happened to be working overtime.

Originally, she had planned to go shopping with her girlfriends in the morning and only duo queue with Li Ang in the afternoon—unlike the reclusive Li Ang, she was quite popular.

Unfortunately, judging by her social media feed, TV news, and text alerts, there seemed to have been an incident at a downtown shopping mall, prompting a green-level warning.

Just like natural disasters such as typhoons, heavy rains, and blizzards, the Special Affairs Bureau has devised a series of warning signals for supernatural events.

From lowest to highest, they are green, blue, yellow, orange, and red, corresponding to incidents affecting a room, a building, a village/town, a county, and a city, respectively.

This ranking didn't refer to the level of Slaughter Game Players but was determined by the scope of the supernatural event's impact, its rate of spread, and other contagion factors.

For example, the Dolphin Hotel instance Li Ang and the others had experienced was a high-difficulty scenario mission with an average challenge level of Lv. 17.

However, if an Earthbounded Spirit like the one in the Dolphin Hotel were to appear in the real world, affecting only a single building without impacting the outside, the Special Affairs Bureau would still classify it as a blue-alert-level incident, evacuate nearby residents, and dispatch agents to resolve it.

And if it were a creature like Sadako, spreading through Memes and multiplying indefinitely,

then despite each individual Sadako being weak and easily handled by low to mid-level agents,

it would still be classified as a red-alert-level incident due to its widespread impact and significant threat to social order.

To better control such situations, the Special Affairs Bureau collaborated with other departments to develop and launch a lightweight software, mandatorily installed on every smartphone.

This software included map and location features, connected to the Special Affairs Bureau's Skynet surveillance system. It displayed in real-time on the map where anomalous incidents were occurring, which areas were cordoned off, and where detours were necessary.

If the user is within the alert range, they will receive several texts advising immediate evacuation and directing them to the nearest Special Affairs Bureau stronghold for assistance.

Even if the user isn't in the alert range, they will still receive texts cautioning them against heading toward the danger zones marked on the map.

Today, only a green alert message had been received in North Yin City. Soon after, a notification arrived stating the incident had been resolved.

But for safety's sake, Wang Congshan still chose to stay in her room in the Special Affairs Bureau's family residential building. Her girlfriends, with whom she had made plans, also opted to stay indoors.

Sooo boring...

Wang Congshan sighed and flopped onto the sofa with a THUD. She absentmindedly smacked her lips, making a "SMACK, SMACK" sound.

My cousin Wei Linglan just had to work overtime today. If I could have dragged her shopping with me, it would have been much safer...

Sigh, ordinary people really have it tough. Once something happens, they can't go anywhere and have to live in constant fear, worrying if they'll be unlucky enough to end up in the sights of some otherworldly creature...

Sometimes, she truly envied those players. She watched short videos of them soaring through the sky, breathing fire and water, capable of balancing a person on their fist or having a horse run on their shoulder, even pulling a fully loaded truck with nothing but a chain.

And these were just mid-level players who hadn't even reached Level 20 yet.

She had heard that more advanced Transcendents could freely traverse Different Worlds, encounter characters from human literature and art, and unleash missile-level power with a mere gesture.

They could even step into the realm of deities and create life.

To such beings, ordinary humans must be no different from ants, right?

Short-sighted, dull-witted, physically inept, weak-willed, and short-lived, their appearances couldn't even compare to the celestial beauty achieved through cultivation.

Despite official organizations, including the Global Occult Coalition and the Special Affairs Bureau, declaring that Transcendents and ordinary humans enjoyed equal rights and that everyone was equal, reality was different. Society's resources were inevitably skewed towards Transcendents.

Class divisions were forming, silently and unnoticed.

Wang Congshan, lying on the sofa, unknowingly lifted an arm towards the ceiling, her eyes following the tip of her finger.

Become a player, huh...?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she snapped out of it and quickly shook her head.

Forget it. What's so good about being a player? Her cousin Wei Linglan was always busy to the point of exhaustion, her hair was dry, and her dark circles were so pronounced that not even the Special Affairs Bureau's therapeutic products could conceal them.

CLICK. The sound of a key turning in the lock.

"I'm baaack—"

A listless female voice echoed from beyond the door. Wang Congshan peered up from the sofa and saw the very person she had just been thinking about: Wei Linglan. Dressed in office attire, Wei Linglan walked in carrying bags of groceries and some documents.

"You're back so early? Don't you usually work overtime?"

Wang Congshan pouted, got off the sofa, and walked to the entrance in her slippers to help Wei Linglan put the groceries in the fridge.

"Thanks to a colleague from another department, there's been a major breakthrough in the case assigned to me by the Bureau. It's been temporarily handed over to them, so I got off early."

Wei Linglan closed the fridge door, hunched over slightly, and tapped her lower back. "Ugh, these days of overtime are killing me. Seriously. What's for dinner tonight?"

"Depends on what you've bought."

With her parents away, Wang Congshan, who had taken on the cooking duties, glanced unconsciously at the folder Wei Linglan brought back and noticed the scribbled writing in the corner of the cover.